Because I write fiction, I don't write autobiography, and to me they are very different things. The first-person narrative is a very intimate thing, but you are not addressing other people as 'I' - you are inhabiting that 'I.'

Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.

She doesn't believe in dogs," Bridget said. "Dogs are hardly an article of faith," Sylvie said.

The past is a cupboard full of light and all you have to do is find the key that opens the door.

Probably not needing to be published would give me more time to think about a book.

I feel as if I’m waiting for something dreadful to happen, and then I realize it already has.

When you chopped logs with the ax and they split open they smelled beautiful, like Christmas. But when you split someone's head open it smelled like abattoir and quite overpowered the scent of the wild lilacs you'd cut and brought into the house only this morning, which was already another life.